One was Li Jiandao, renowned throughout the world, a Heavenly Pride of his generation in countless people's eyes.
The other was a formidable saber wielder who had stunned everyone upon his arrival.
Many had thought Lin Shuguang would stop at third place, never expecting him to be bold enough to contend for the championship.
More importantly, Lin Shuguang had already won the First Round and Second Round in succession. If he won the Third Round as well, he would truly create a legend of three consecutive championships.
Some people inevitably began to look forward to it.
"Li Jiandao. Please."
Li Jiandao performed a rather old-fashioned sword salute.
Lin Shuguang cupped his fist, dispensing with the elaborate etiquette of martial schools and displaying the forthright bearing of a Jianghu hero. "Lin Shuguang. Please."
They stood on the Challenge Platform, three to five meters apart, looking at each other.
The referee glanced at each of them, then withdrew after giving the signal.
Unexpectedly, however, neither Lin Shuguang nor Li Jiandao showed any intention of attacking immediately... they simply stared at each other.
The sight left everyone present puzzled.
Were they being cautious because their opponent was too powerful?
Or... was there something else to it?
One minute passed... five minutes passed... fifteen minutes passed... half an hour passed...
"They are engaged in a true battle of the Martial Dao!" Seeing the confusion on everyone's faces, Master Yuan Song, who had already discerned what was happening, calmly explained, "Your cultivation is too low for you to detect it. Right now, both of them have condensed their own Martial Hearts through their powerful Mental Power and are clashing...
"This is not without risk, either. One careless mistake could cause a mental backlash, and even a Martial King would be powerless to save them."
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